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Just the other day before I saw this prompt, I was discussing with my students about the disadvantage of attending a party you are not invited to in the name of tagging along.
It was an experience I may not forget in a while as the memory keeps flashing back like it all happened yesterday. A friend of mine was invited to a burial party by another friend.
My invited friend pleaded with me to follow her as her plus one so I tagged along. I have well prepared as in over prepare wanted to finish me, you can even call me abolode fee loju( one who prepare for a party more than the celebrant).
On the day of the events, my makeup was set, outfit checked, hair was set, shoe abs and other body accessories were not left out. We got to the party looking like a million dollars. Trust a normal Yoruba party, you will eat and take some home.
I had eaten to my satisfaction and was about to go home when the mother of the lady who had invited my friend said why are you two sitted there?. You better go look for takeaway plates so you can collect Ofe nsala(Whit soup) home.
At the mention of nsala, my mouth was already sweating from the kind of orisirisi that the soup usually has so I rushed out to buy the plates forgetting that I was not directly invited for the party. Before long, I joined cheque of the other people also waiting to collect the soup.
Only God knows who was it that was calling my phone at that time, the next thing I knew was that my phone was swimming inside the pot of soup then I busted into a serious cry because the last time I took the phone for repair, the phone engineer had warned that I should stop repairing it and look for money to buy another one.
Last last, they packaged 📦 my phone from the soup inside a plate and my nsala soup inside another plate. The shame of that situation made me beg my friend to please allow us to leave when it was dark. I don't want people pointing at me as we take our leave.
